• My story started in 1990. I was 13, I was indestructible. Liven’ large had the best of friends, until Natalie, Jaylinn, and I were convicted for murder. We were guilty, but had a good reason, he started it. Julienne R. Westing, he was a very shrewd, manipulative 45 year old guy. He followed me and my sisters (Natalie, and Jaylinn) to our junior high school. More like stalked.
    “Who are you?” Jaylinn had asked. He didn’t say anything but, “Dark Olive blonde” he pulled a knife from inside his pocket. That’s when we all ran to our first period. And now I’m here in the 90’s (present day), remembering how the court went.

    ‘I here by declare Andy Taylor, Jaylinn Taylor, and Natalie Taylor, guilty for the murder of Dr. Julienne R. Westing. And they will serve in boarding school until they are legal adults. Case closed.” Judge Gracie Ford slammed her gavel trying to shush the up-roaring crowd. Soo, HERE I AM!!!!!! At boarding school, hooray for us.
    "As you can see, 10 divided by 5, is to" Mr. Habbers (Aka the most boring monotone teacher) yelled. About half the kids in the class heads' popped up. Jaylinn turned around to face me. I peered up through my long black bangs. She gave me a crushed up peace of long paper. I lightly took it, our black nails looked pretty cool on top of a lined piece of paper. Me and my sisters all looked the same. (Not just because we’re fraternal twins) but we all had the same style, Goth. We all had; black nail polish, mascara, and eyeliner. Jaylinn and Natalie had blue eyes, but I had green. I opened the creased note, it read; Holy cow, he’s very boring! I grabbed my black pen, and wrote back; Ya totally. I handed it back to her. Natalie got ancy and wanted to know what we’re talking about. So Jaylinn handed the note to Natalie, who was sitting on her left side. Suddenly, the door flew open. And in came a perky looking, dirty blonde teenager. She wore a pink plaid mini skirt, and a pink colored shirt.
    “All the Ms. Taylor’s, you’re free to go!” She yelled during our math lesson. She also looked very familiar, oh ya we went to the same middle school. The teacher marched to her his fat face red, his comb over dead. She held out a yellow note. He snatched it and muttered as he read it.
    "You guys are laving." He mumbled disgusted. Me and my sisters dashed up to her, leaving all our boarding school junk on the desk. Blondie smiled, her brown eyes sparkled. She lead us down the hall, through the barb- wired fence and finally through security.
    "Just Get!" She smiled while waving to the white passenger van. We all got in, forgeting about our forgotten stuff.
    "Hey what about our stuff?" I asked while making myself comfortable. WE sat in the third row, only a couple rows behind us. "Oh and whats you'r name?"
    "Andy my name's Olive. And guys don't worry about you're stuff, it'll be mailed." She grinned while she got in the drivers seat. A couple hours later, we were so close to getting back to our sweet, sweet New York. All we had to do was make a sweet little lef- SHE MADE A RIGHT! Into the uknown lands, lands where people were murdered. Before we could correct her mistake, people came up from behind us and put bags over our heads. suffocating us. I passed out. When I woke up again, I was alone in a cold cave. the man's last words were running through my head. As I stared down at my body which was covered in shackles and blood. 'Dark Olive blonde' dark blonde girl named Olive. What did she do? How was she related to him...? Here i am writing a letter to you guys, I hope you find it... we need to kill Olive before it's too late. Before she hurts us. Help me